Kicking the Covers

First some background: I was one of the lucky ones. A 12-year-old neighbor taught me the joys of masturbation when I was nine. We were very close as we shared a birth date, and he lived only two doors down the street. I had my first orgasm (dry) on a Saturday morning shortly after my 10th birthday, home alone. I was a late bloomer-I began puberty late at age 12, and had my first ejaculation at about 13-and-a-half. Know I was 'late' because my brother-two-and-a-half years younger-had his first ejaculation at age 11.

The story: I contracted pneumonia maybe a month after my 14th birthday. I was too sick to even think about masturbating for 4-5 days. My fever broke about midnight the fifth night. I remember my dad changing the sheets (wet from sweat, as were my jammies). I went back to bed naked, the way I almost always slept. Next thing I remember is dreaming about a really hot guy on the swim team with me, incredibly well hung (his penis soft was longer and fatter than mine hard!).

Suddenly I opened my eyes, saw sun streaming in the windows, and realized I was starting an orgasm-I was at the point of no return. I kicked off the covers and looked down at my penis. It looked back at me, began bobbing up and down, and started ejaculating-one, two, three, then after a 3-4 second pause, a fourth jet of semen which hit my left shoulder, chin, chest, and belly button in that order. I had never touched my penis, and had absolutely no control over what was happening.

Without a doubt, this was the most explosive and longest orgasm of my life! Over the years I've desperately prayed for a repeat. Guess I'm having too many orgasms, with my wife, and of course, Solo Touch!